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Aliens. A movie I quite like...
Hudson: Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man?
Vasquez: No. Have you?
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Ripley: Hudson! This little girl survived longer than that with no weapons and no training.
[to Newt]
Ripley: Right?
[Newt apes a salute]
Hudson: Why don't you put her in charge?
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Ripley: You know, Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them ****ing each other over for a goddamn percentage.
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Hudson: That's it, man. Game over, man. Game over! What the f*ck are we supposed to now, huh, what are we gonna do?
Burke: Maybe we can build a fire, sing a couple of songs, huh? Why don't we try that?
Newt: We'd better get back 'cuz it'll be dark soon, and they mostly come at night. Mostly.
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Ripley: They cut the power.
Hudson: What do you mean, "
They cut the power"? How could they cut the power, man? They're animals!
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Ripley: Did IQs just drop sharply while I was away?
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Bishop: I'll go. I mean, I'm the only one qualified to remote-pilot the ship anyway.
Hudson: Yeah right, man, Bishop should go.
[Vasquez looks at Hudson with disgust]
Hudson: Good idea!
Bishop: Believe me, I'd prefer not to. I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid.
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Ripley: I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
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Frost: Hot as hell in here.
Hudson: Yeah man, but it's a dry heat!
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Ripley: These people are here to protect you. They're soldiers.
Newt: It won't make any difference.
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Ripley: [referring to the doll] Look, no bad dreams there.
Newt: Ripley, she doesn't have bad dreams because she's just a piece of plastic.
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[after making a plan to weld the doors shut and put the sentry units]
Hicks: Outstanding. Now all we need is a deck of cards.
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Ferro: [as dropship enters atmosphere] We're in the pipe, five by five.
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[Ripley slaps away the tray of food Bishop offers her]
Frost: I guess she don't like the cornbread, either.
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[They welded the door shut, and stepped back away from the door]
Vasquez: They're right on us.
Hicks: [Waiting for the Aliens] Remember, short controlled bursts.
Hudson: 9 meters. 7. 6.
Ripley: That can't be; that's inside the room.
Hudson: It's reading right man, look!
Hicks: Then you're not reading
it right.
Hudson: 5 meters, man. 4. What the hell?
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Frost: What do you expect us to use man, harsh language?